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My gaze drifts aimlessly

North, northwest, east

I encounter you in peripherals

Your eyes meet mine and lock

I gaze down quickly in confusion.

Is my fly down?

Is my bra strap showing?

Have I paraded through feces?

A quick examination reveals nothing.

I am puzzled.

My attire is not extraordinary.

If anything, it's almost slovenly.

Then I recollect

The strange tricks ovulation

Pulls on females.